212.I could feel her presence

Right beneath my naked feet
She rumbled and trembled
Groaning and shaking with furry
I could feel her presence.
On land she made me take
A voyage at the rough deep sea
Or perhaps I was going insane
With my mind playing tricks on me.
Yet right at that moment
I was drawn to her mournful cry.
I could feel her pain and anguish
And need to awaken her children
To rescue this world from disasters
Caused by none but her very own.
I searched, but couldn't see her
I could feel her presence.

By Binita Jha

211. Book

Nothing crosses my mind 

When with a book I unwind.

Magical words weaves its band

Transporting me to a hypothetical land.

I have the freedom  to chose my character

Without being judged in any chapter.

One moment I may be the street urchin

Running bare feet on the open street;

Next moment I may be the armed soldier

Fighting in wars and saving our borders.

None can stop me from playing the queen

Shouting orders at every being;

Or perhaps the pompous drunk

Pretending to be no less than a monk.

Ah! how richly my mind is fed

When with a Book I lie on my bed.

By Binita Jha

210. FAKE

Expressions defy
What words deny.
The smirk on face
Notoriously pile
Snatching the grace
All the while.
The Fake empty smile
Can fool none
Yet crooked people
Throw their weight
Under false pretence
Knowing rarely
The world observes
Their fake concern
Reflected in the cacophony
Of their Disgraceful taste.

By Binita Jha

7:05 PM

209.Wanderlust

Nothing on Earth  is permanently mine
Nor do I desire to own things fine;
I just wish to traverse the globe
Moving like a nomad in modern robe
Rejoicing in the bountiful abundance
With none but nature for guidance.
Let me move like the gurgling stream.
Till I can like the untamed bird scream.
Tired of the games people play 
I seek relief  from the worldly sway
O wanderlust reside in me
Till I receive heavenly permanency.

By Binita Jha

208.The Nest

Amid the branches and the leaves
Nestled lies the empty nest
Waiting for its inhabitant
With no inkling as to why
It has been abandoned
By its loving dwellers.

The nest longs for their return
To fill its vacant space
With chirps and warmth
Of the resting feathers.

It wishes to blend
With twigs and eggshells
To reproduce the magic
Of bygone days.

Binita Jha

207.ना उम्मीद

उम्मीदों  के शहर में रहती हूँ  दिन भर 
रात होते ही ना उम्मीद हो जाती है ज़िंदगी 

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206.चल पड़ी थी मुक्कदर का रूख़ मोरने को

तुम से मिलने को
तरपती रह गयी आज फिर 
आज फिर दफ़न किया
कुछ बेबस अरमानों  को 
मुक़दर में दीदार
नहीं लीखा था 
पर चल पड़ी थी
मुक्कदर का रूख़ मोरने। 

चुभती  रही रेत की तरह
आँखों में तेरे में 
मेरी हर बात मे 
तुझको  खुद गरजी दिखा   
प्यार तो शायद 
कभी रहा ही नहीं। 

क्या खूब सत्य कहाँ 
तुमने हर दिन  
पर हर लब्ज़ लगा
कहाँ गया था जैसे 
मुझे तोरने को। 


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